It’s not quite 3 am. And I’m here, awake again. Pondering life. And, well, why my body hates me. Chronic illness is just plain miserable. It seems that just as I get in a groove, something flares up. Being Autistic, I like my world to be at least somewhat predictable. I can just go with whatever is happening. I’ve become quite capable at shifting gears and rolling with the punches. There are some people who would tell me that being flexible negates my Autism diagnosis. Nope. It just means I’ve spent a long time figuring out how to let go of plans and such.
The medical issues are so unpredictable. I literally can go from fully functional to incapacitated within an hour. I am most fortunate that my support system understand this. I don’t know what I would do if they suddenly stopped doing what they do. I have an idea, based on people airing things on social media. It’s not a pretty picture.
At least the hospital’s bed is sort of comfy. And the staff are competent. And pleasant. Good things when you don’t feel well.
Your challenge: Think about the challenges in your life. Try to understand that everyone has things in their lives that weigh them down. Now, think about how you could help ease that weight. And act on those thoughts. Because we can all use a little help from our friends.